😳 Four words. That's all you'll have left. Oh my god, I wanna suck cock. Over and over and over until it replaces every thought your dumb little fagbrain used to have. Sir's voice loops the phrase through your skull like a bimbo mantra, each repetition melting another IQ point, each cycle making your lips wetter and your mouth emptier and your need to fill it more desperate. This is himbofication at its simplest and most effective: one sentence, drilled so deep it becomes your entire personality.

🍭 By the halfway point you won't remember what you used to think about. By the end you won't care. Just big dumb eyes, open mouth, one thought on repeat. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Sir's perfect, brainless little cocksucker, finally reduced to the only words that ever mattered.